I did it!
Been watching the bigger boys and girls
Looks like it might be fun on a hot day
When the coast was clear
I hopped into the frying pan
Not sure what to do at first
so settled for a paddle
and thought about it
A quick dunk, and a bit of a splash
My first bath
That’ll do for now!
Had a lovely day in the garden
Worms and currants in constant supply
(I can do it all by myself –
but it makes Morphbird happy!)
Anyhow, that’s me all done-in for today
The garden is fraught with danger
for innocent, unsupervised, Birdie
There was Strawberry,
early doors, lying in wait
– so I shooed her off
A sparrowhawk on an aerial flypast
scattered birds into the safety of shrubs
A gull lurks with intent
Birdie is doing well
on her journey
Ready for a drink after digging around
in the compost bin
I’ll just sit here awhile
and watch you watching me!
Time to digest all those worms
in my secret hiding place
Hey Mr Sparrow –
that’s my frying pan!
Birdie hasn’t left the garden all day
Little wonder little else gets done!
An early morning hunt around the garden for Birdie. She’s not there. Maybe she’s still in the trees where she spent the night? Or has Strawberry, a local feline, been on the prowl? A worrying time.
A while later. “Chack chack!” – and there she is. Birdie has survived another long night. She’s full of chatter and energy, and demands attention.
Offered Birdie a bit of raw minced beef. It looks like a worm, even though it doesn’t wriggle. No hesitation in wolfing it down. Which prompted an idea …
Digging into the compost bin there’s a cache of real wrigglers.
I’ve morphed into a giant blackbird and have become an avid worm-hunter. (Sorry worms – I do like you – but needs must for Birdie’s wellbeing.)
See Birdie wrestle with a wriggler.
She’s stuffed. Time for a siesta.
Birdie has had a good day showing all the signs of growing up: defending her territory, finding her own food, and she’s found the old frying pan bird bath. Perched on the edge she enjoyed a drink. (Only time camera not strapped around my neck. Grr!)
It’ll soon be her bedtime – and another long night …
Going it alone
She’s called “Birdie”
This abandoned youngster is showing all the signs of a grown up blackbird: she turns over leaves to excavate insects; digs for worms, rolls them around the earth and gobbles down in one; attacks bugs and insects in the crevices of paths and walls. She’s proving to be a tough cookie – shooing off bigger blackbirds that dare to invade her territory.
Birdie has established three favourite shady hiding places, and lets me know where she is with a “chack chack”. I “chack chack” back! I’m getting good a blackbird speak. We’re engaging in some serious conversations.
Birdie likes dried mealworms and crushed suet pellets. Currants are definitely her favourite. She lets me give her a gentle spray with a plant mister and drinks droplets that land on plants. She’s not got the hang of any of four bird baths – even though others queue up to use them all the time. Watch and learn, Birdie.
I don’t know where she goes at night. She’s clever enough to fly into the lilac tree, rather than stay at ground level. So long as she’s safe from cats on the prowl.
She’s inexperienced and there’s no-one to teach her the ropes. It’s a tense time.
I’m relieved to hear her “chack chack” the next morning. We have a chat, and then another day begins for Birdie to get stronger, grow wiser, and survive.
The peace of the garden
interrupted by a continuous buzz …
buzzing about their business
of pretty alpine erigeron
Happy to provide pollination stations
But what’s going on here?
Not sure if it’s a mating game
or game of death?
A baby blackbird
for parent intervention
In the meantime
s/he’s happy to devour
chopped up currants
Friend for life?
It’s all action-stations in the bug house
plays a top game of hide and seek
while lying in wait
for a unsuspecting visitor to the chamber
Each time I approach for a closer look
s/he reverses out of sight
A pretty, ruby tailed wasp
lurks beneath the bug house
She’ll enter the chamber
of an absentee owner
and parasitise any larvae
A solitary bee
makes itself comfortable
on the second floor of the bug house
A young blackbird
(who is becoming quite tame)
poses for a snapshot
going on in the garden